Early life

Dev was born Dharamdev Anand on 26 September 1923 in the Shakargarh tehsil of the Gurdaspur district in Punjab (British India) (present-day Narowal district of Pakistan). His father Pishori Lal Anand was a well-to-do advocate. Dev was the third of four sons born to Pishori Lal Anand. One of Dev's younger sisters is Sheela Kanta Kapur, who is mother of Shekhar Kapur. His older brothers were Manmohan Anand (Advocate, Gurdaspur Dist. Court) and Chetan Anand and younger one was Vijay Anand. Dev Anand spent his early years in Gharota village Gurdaspur. He did his schooling till matriculation from Sacred Heart School, Dalhousie, (then in Punjab) and went to college Dharamsala before going to Lahore to study. Later Dev completed BA degree in English Literature from the Government College, Lahore in British India.

Plot: Danny wants something more. Expelled from school and living in his grandfathers flat, he longs to live up to the image of his estranged father Danny Senior. Sent to prison for force feeding a judge his own wig Danny Senior was a legend and Danny is looking for a way to emulate his father's achievements and rise to be "top boy". Meanwhile in Wormwood Scrubs prison legendary football hooligan Dex is about to be released. Dex is on a quest of his own, one of vengeance against his nemesis and rival firm leader Yeti. But when Danny and Dex's paths cross they embark on a journey as old as hooliganism itself. Dex, Danny and The Hooligan Factory travel the length of the country on a mission to re-establish their firm's glory days. However, the police are closing in and we get a sense that the Hooligan Factory's best days may be behind them, but with Danny on their side, and Dex finding his old form who knows where this may lead. After all... Its a funny old game.

Plot: Flight 323 from Burbank, California of Hub Weber's Commonwealth Airlines crashes after an explosion over Nebraska. National Transport Security (NBSC) chief Reese Faulkner hands the investigation team for the first time to perfectionist workaholic Al Cummings, but has to supervise his PR incompetence. Aboard were a Nobel Prize winner who received death threats, an FBI-conducted criminal and a mobster who smuggled a victim in trunk. The team also examines possible pilot errors or technical trouble. Meanwhile Al has a conflict with his son Pete, whose drivers license was suspended.

Plot: The police are staking out a Hong Kong flat, waiting to catch some major gun-dealers. While the suppliers are conducting their deal, they move in. Both buyers are killed in the gunfire, but not their young daughter. The suppliers escape, and as their ruthless boss covers his tracks, he goes after the girl, the only witness. They trace her to a safe house, but are killed in the ensuing gunfight.

Genres: Drama,
Taglines: For the right price, he'll open a jailbird's cage.

Quotes:

Wasco: I'm buying you out.::Bullet: You're what?::Wasco: I'm going to make you a very honorable proposal of a business nature that you're not going to be able to refuse.::Bullet: Oh yeah?::Wasco: God damn, you smell bad, man. Whew. Ahh... Let me run this down to you, Bullet, old baby. Number one, you're a junkie, which means you can't maintain the kind of objectivity that's necessary in an operation like this. Number two, you don't have my organization, my supply, you don't have my connections, frankly see, you're action's weak, small time, small profit, nickel-dime bag operation at best. Your supply's erratic, your goods are inferior, you deal nothing but trash and garbage.::Bullet: Hey, wait a minute...::Wasco: Shut up, and listen. Now, you see, I can offer this market dynamite smack, man, I mean the best money can buy, it's so good you can get off just snorting it. Save everybody the trouble of carrying a fit around with them all the time, you know? They can just chip like that till they get out. And I got a guaranteed supply daily, coming in six days a week. Any kind of thrill, any kind of quality, any kind of quantity that any customer can desire. I can sell by the cap, the bag, the bindle, the bundle, the half load, nickel, dime, quarter, trey bag, piece of the pill, you just call it and I've got it. Got ludes, crank, Bombitas coke, bam, black beauties, cartwheels, yellow jackets, reds, long greens, rainbows, beans. And STP and PCP and DMT and LSD, and psilocybin and mescaline, and THC, amphetamine meth, biphetamine, phenobarbital, benzedrine, dexedrine, librium, miltown, dilaudid, morphine, seconol, demerol, goofballs, truck drivers, yellow stripes, tuinal, disosix, carbon tetrachroride, strychnine, arsenic, anything, I can deal anything except marijuana and hashish, because I can't stand the smell of that shit. And for the ultimate thrill of your lifetime, I'll personally drill a little hole right in your head and you can see the light of the lord shine in there. Can even offer dollies, I got the best doll for you money can buy, for anybody wants to just sit back sweet and easy, and kick their habit one day at a time. Now I ain't jealous, see, cause I ain't a junkie. I don't really approve of the use of any kind of dope, but if there's a market, if somebody's gonna buy it they may as well but it from me as buy it from the next guy. Cause you know there's a lot of dudes who brought their habit in here with them, man, and they got to have that wake up. They gotta have the nooner, and the matinee, and the sleepy time every day, seven days a week, just like clockwork. And I'm prepared to offer this jam, which is the best fucking hard-ass poison on the market today. And I can offer you something else, you want to know what that is?::Bullet: What's that?::Wasco: Protection. Top to bottom.::Bullet: Yeah? Who's made?::Wasco: Who's ma... [smirks]... You're already pissing your pants, man, you're getting in on one of the biggest deals ever made in any joint anywhere, ever, and you're asking me 'Who's made'? That's why you never got anywhere, cause you think small, that's small thinking, see? I'm thinking about diversification. You know what that word means, diversification? It means cigarettes, and prostitution, and banking services, and loan facilities, organized gambling, and liquor, and clothing sales, and uncensored postal service, and underground courier service direct to the street, and stud service, and telephone service direct to the outside. I'm even thinking about selling processed hair accoutrements to the raghead nigger conks. I'm gonna smuggle in contraband hot sauce for the spic cell block lunch time, direct from the Tiopico chili factory in Tijuana, what do you think about that?::Bullet: I think you're crazy. Out of your fucking mind.::Wasco: Lets say I offered you a deal you can't refuse.::Bullet: What's that?::Wasco: You just turn your whole operation over to me, intact, just like it is right now. Then when my supply starts coming in, which might even be today, you just sit back. We got a silent partnership, you got no jeopardy, no risk, you get ten percent of the whole operation, you make more money than you ever did before.::Bullet: What if I say no?::Wasco: You can't.::Bullet: Yeah, but what if I do?::Wasco: I'll kill ya. I'd love to kill ya, I'll throw you off the fucking tier right now, you'll wish you hadn't said that all the way down.::Bullet: You'll never get away with it.::Wasco: What do you care if I get away with it, you'll be dead.

Wasco: God, I love it here, in this joint, you know that, Squeeze? I just fucking love it, there's no place like it in the whole damn world. There's nothing you can't do in here, if you got the balls. It's as simple as that, you just believe in yourself. Follow your star. It'll lead you right to opportunity, and here it has again.

Wasco: I'm buying you out.::Bullet: You're what?::Wasco: I'm going to make you a very honorable proposal of a business nature that you're not going to be able to refuse.::Bullet: Oh yeah?::Wasco: God damn, you smell bad, man. Whew. Ahh... Let me run this down to you, Bullet, old baby. Number one, you're a junkie, which means you can't maintain the kind of objectivity that's necessary in an operation like this. Number two, you don't have my organization, my supply, you don't have my connections, frankly see, you're action's weak, small time, small profit, nickel-dime bag operation at best. Your supply's erratic, your goods are inferior, you deal nothing but trash and garbage.::Bullet: Hey, wait a minute...::Wasco: Shut up, and listen. Now, you see, I can offer this market dynamite smack, man, I mean the best money can buy, it's so good you can get off just snorting it. Save everybody the trouble of carrying a fit around with them all the time, you know? They can just chip like that till they get out. And I got a guaranteed supply daily, coming in six days a week. Any kind of thrill, any kind of quality, any kind of quantity that any customer can desire. I can sell by the cap, the bag, the bindle, the bundle, the half load, nickel, dime, quarter, trey bag, piece of the pill, you just call it and I've got it. Got ludes, crank, Bombitas coke, bam, black beauties, cartwheels, yellow jackets, reds, long greens, rainbows, beans. And STP and PCP and DMT and LSD, and psilocybin and mescaline, and THC, amphetamine meth, biphetamine, phenobarbital, benzedrine, dexedrine, librium, miltown, dilaudid, morphine, seconol, demerol, goofballs, truck drivers, yellow stripes, tuinal, disosix, carbon tetrachroride, strychnine, arsenic, anything, I can deal anything except marijuana and hashish, because I can't stand the smell of that shit. And for the ultimate thrill of your lifetime, I'll personally drill a little hole right in your head and you can see the light of the lord shine in there. Can even offer dollies, I got the best doll for you money can buy, for anybody wants to just sit back sweet and easy, and kick their habit one day at a time. Now I ain't jealous, see, cause I ain't a junkie. I don't really approve of the use of any kind of dope, but if there's a market, if somebody's gonna buy it they may as well but it from me as buy it from the next guy. Cause you know there's a lot of dudes who brought their habit in here with them, man, and they got to have that wake up. They gotta have the nooner, and the matinee, and the sleepy time every day, seven days a week, just like clockwork. And I'm prepared to offer this jam, which is the best fucking hard-ass poison on the market today. And I can offer you something else, you want to know what that is?::Bullet: What's that?::Wasco: Protection. Top to bottom.::Bullet: Yeah? Who's made?::Wasco: Who's ma... [smirks]... You're already pissing your pants, man, you're getting in on one of the biggest deals ever made in any joint anywhere, ever, and you're asking me 'Who's made'? That's why you never got anywhere, cause you think small, that's small thinking, see? I'm thinking about diversification. You know what that word means, diversification? It means cigarettes, and prostitution, and banking services, and loan facilities, organized gambling, and liquor, and clothing sales, and uncensored postal service, and underground courier service direct to the street, and stud service, and telephone service direct to the outside. I'm even thinking about selling processed hair accouterments to the raghead nigger conks. I'm gonna smuggle in contraband hot sauce for the spic cell block lunch time, direct from the Tiopico chili factory in Tijuana, what do you think about that?::Bullet: I think you're crazy. Out of your fucking mind.::Wasco: Lets say I offered you a deal you can't refuse.::Bullet: What's that?::Wasco: You just turn your whole operation over to me, intact, just like it is right now. Then when my supply starts coming in, which might even be today, you just sit back. We got a silent partnership, you got no jeopardy, no risk, you get ten percent of the whole operation, you make more money than you ever did before.::Bullet: What if I say no?::Wasco: You can't.::Bullet: Yeah, but what if I do?::Wasco: I'll kill ya. I'd love to kill ya, I'll throw you off the fucking tier right now, you'll wish you hadn't said that all the way down.::Bullet: You'll never get away with it.::Wasco: What do you care if I get away with it, you'll be dead.

Plot: A drought is about to end the cattle business. The owner of a canning factory wants to buy all the remaining cattle cheap. He plans to ruin the cattlemen's plans to ship water by train and to seed the clouds for rain. Roy is sent by a packing house to investigate.

Roadking

Out on the street there’s gonna be some action tonightI won’t hesitate no time to wasteSmoke round my wheels good signs for good deals650 horses hell yeah it feelsThere are no boundaries for meNo way I’ll changeHigh speed’s my satisfactionAlright!Wild thing, RoadkingSpinning wheels are smokingWild thing, RoadkingWhat a mean machineYou better run you better not stay hereTime is something you should fearDown the highway you wanna play by the rulesIf you can’t run the line your ride is mineThere are no boundaries for meNo way I’ll changeHigh speed’s my satisfactionAlright!Wild thing, RoadkingSpinning wheels are smokingWild thing, RoadkingWhat a meanShe’s a mean machineWild thing, RoadkingSpinning wheels are smokingWild thing, RoadkingWhat a mean

Early life

Dev was born Dharamdev Anand on 26 September 1923 in the Shakargarh tehsil of the Gurdaspur district in Punjab (British India) (present-day Narowal district of Pakistan). His father Pishori Lal Anand was a well-to-do advocate. Dev was the third of four sons born to Pishori Lal Anand. One of Dev's younger sisters is Sheela Kanta Kapur, who is mother of Shekhar Kapur. His older brothers were Manmohan Anand (Advocate, Gurdaspur Dist. Court) and Chetan Anand and younger one was Vijay Anand. Dev Anand spent his early years in Gharota village Gurdaspur. He did his schooling till matriculation from Sacred Heart School, Dalhousie, (then in Punjab) and went to college Dharamsala before going to Lahore to study. Later Dev completed BA degree in English Literature from the Government College, Lahore in British India.

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